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Ding - Round 6

Read Ding here | ~6.3k words

Warnings: some smut 18+ only, oral, fingering, cockwarming if you squint; angst, car accident, trauma dumping, sucky parental figure. Please read with caution. You might also see one of my cliffhangers.

From me: I feel like the beginning is messy to read--almost like it's out of nowhere? But it's pretty intentional, tbh. I hope it doesn't detract from the story. Hope you like it 💕

Summary: Cupcake and Harry are busy. Harry has his big fight. Cupcake was right about throwing her life out of balance by adding in a boyfriend. They miss each other. They don't know how to deal with that either. At least not while they're apart.

It was not Harry’s fault. Even though he thought it was.

But to be fair, it wasn’t her fault either. Even if she felt it was.

Harry grew into adulthood knowing he was stubborn. Everyone in his life told him so. It was obvious. He didn’t get to be an undefeated champion without grit. His entire gym was named as a near synonym of the word. But she continued to surprise him, and it was clear that he had very much met his match—she was competing for his crown of stubbornness. If Harry wasn’t so mad about his current state, he might even acknowledge that she was winning.

At first everything was new and completely fine. He was enamored with her. Finally she was all his. He took her on a real date—several real, authentic dates. He danced around with her in the bakery kitchen. Brought her food for movie nights in her apartment. (He also licked her when the movie lost his attention, and she looked too good to be sitting there without his head between her legs.) He even brought her bouquets of flowers simply because it was Monday.

She stayed at his place, wrapped close to him. It was as if they had done it for years. When he woke up early for a run, she joined him, assuring him to go ahead and circle back for her since he ran way better and faster than she did. But he enjoyed the way she massaged his muscles in the shower most. (The way she wrapped her hand around his dick most of all.) She made him breakfast before they left for work and Harry thought if the bakery wasn’t to her liking she could open a breakfast place as a second choice.

She chatted with Sarah while he worked out and trained. Without any kind of asking, she helped clean equipment when he needed to focus more on training. She organized his desk in his office because it was a disaster and it stressed her out. Whenever she cleaned, she hummed and didn’t notice. It made Harry fall deeper in love with her. Every moment he was with her was magical.

Until she was exhausted.

He missed her. For the first time in his life, he had felt completely in love with someone. The way he wanted to be in love. He finally had that. They were inseparable. Nights spent cocooned under Harry’s covers. His finger tracing her features in the dark. “So pretty,” he murmured.

“You can’t even see me,” she whispered.

“S’how I know you’re so pretty. Can feel it.”

So not having that for two weeks was like trying to swim through cement.

She had what could only be called a complete meltdown. Frosting and cupcakes everywhere. She was overwhelmed—said yes to too many functions in a row and spread herself too thin. She was frustrated with Harry and his time training and just missed him.

But she didn’t say it.

Because Harry was frustrated too. He tried to help her, but she didn’t let him in. There was the whole not knowing her family—even though she had effectively wormed her way into Mum and Gemma’s heart. Though he wasn’t surprised in the slightest; honestly, he thought his niece liked her more than Harry and she had only met her twice.

So, when she exploded, for lack of a better word, it was magnificent. It was nothing he had ever seen before. The exhaustion in her eyes, the worry on her face, the tears that spilled down her cheeks. Harry was sick with worry and frustration just to hear her cry but was nearly impressed. The cupcakes overturned on the floor were nothing in comparison to the way she cried.

“Cupcake, you are overreact—”

“Do not finish that sentence,” she hissed at him. That was entirely on him. Gem had taught him better than to tell a woman she was overreacting.

“Lemme take something off your plate, kitten,” he tried instead. He was ignoring her frustrated tears even though he wanted to brush them away. “Tell me what’s going on,” he figured it had something to do with her dad because she kept checking her phone and she hadn’t mentioned going to see him in over a week. But her car was overdue for an oil change, and she didn’t want to drive it that far but hadn’t a moment to deal with it. She also complained about something regarding her eyebrows, but Harry didn’t fully understand it because quite honestly, he had never thought about her eyebrows.

But if it meant caring for herself, he wished he pushed further.

Their schedules hadn’t lined up in two weeks. No more than an hour or two alone. She saw him plenty while she chatted with Sarah at the gym while he trained or worked. He and Maeve had started a competition of who could sprinkle the most cupcakes in fifteen minutes (Harry was willing to admit defeat once in his life—he would never beat Maeve) even though she didn’t like that they were having fun when she was stressed.

They hadn’t practiced her self-defense moves in nearly a month.

So, it felt like her fault.

But what she hadn’t anticipated was Harry’s sour attitude reflecting right back at her. Harry didn’t take her frustration lying down. He snapped back at her which felt so heinous to do but he was grumpy.

But he was tired of arguing with her. Tired of feeling frustrated, begging her to let him in when it was obvious she didn’t want to. So, for the first time in his life, he stopped fighting.

It pained him to no end. He could see in her eyes that she was exhausted. It hurt him so badly. Each time he said, “Whatever, Cupcake,” he felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for not taking her frustration away. But she wouldn’t let him in. She wouldn’t let him take away her frustration. It was like she wanted to argue with him. It was entirely unfair, but she was mad about his indifference. It didn’t make any sense for her to be mad when she had just as much blame to take for his sour mood.

“Why don’t you just go home?” She suggested. Bitterness coated every word.

“Yeah?” Harry looked up at her from his phone, his eyes narrowed. She could see his muscles tense like they were in the ring, and she was aiming for his head. “Jus’ leave?” He repeated.

“Obviously you don’t want to be here,” she muttered.

He slid back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor with a screech that made her teeth hurt. “No, cupcake,” he shook his head and made his way for the door. She hated itwhen he said the sweet name like that. She knew it wasn’t her nickname when he said it. It wasn’t filled with the love he liked. It was sarcastic. Mean. It hurt her more than an actual punch would have, she was sure. “You don’t want me here,” his voice was low. She closed her eyes, trying to keep as calm as possible. It was hard because she was anything but calm. But she said nothing. “You don’t want me in your life,” he snapped finally letting all the emotion out that had been building over the last week. “You keep things from me. You build up walls that I can’t break down. Every time I get to the top y’add another layer of bricks.”

She stayed silent.

“Go on, cupcake. Say m’wrong,” he challenged. “Say y’let me in.”

But both knew she couldn’t say it.

It was eerily quiet in the kitchen. The pinch of Harry’s brow made her sad. She wanted to smooth it out with a kiss. “Tell me to stay,” he whispered quietly.

But she couldn’t say that either.

“Yeah,” he sighed and turned. “S’what I thought.”

Maeve wondered if her best friend was going to have a heart attack a lot during her time at A Pinch of Sprinkles. The opening in town nearly sent her to the ER. She was running on fumes at the time. Christmas always made her anxious. Anytime they were chosen for a wedding also had Maeve worrying about her medical history. But in comparison, those were nothing. If Maeve had known what not talking to Harry would do to her, she would have told her that Christmas was a tropical vacation.

Harry stopped coming to see her.

“Did...” she swallowed, nervous to infuriate her best friend further but out of care for her, she had to know. “Is... Harry still...”

She glared at the cupcakes she was frosting, squeezing the icing bag a little too tightly. “I don’t know,” she grumbled. She hadn’t gotten a text from him nor seen him in a week after she told him to leave.

Maeve’s heart cracked. “Babe,” Maeve murmured softly. “He... he adores you... what happened?”

She shook her head unwilling to go over it again. The nights were filled with tear-soaked pillowcases, and she was exhausted from stress and crying. “I just can’t be in a relationship. It’s too much.”

Of course.

Maeve was sick of her best friend’s loneliness. “That is bullshit,” Maeve rolled her eyes. “Did you push him away?”

“Maeve, shut the fuck—”

“Oh, good luck pushing me away, babe. No,” she shook her head and grabbed the bag of frosting from her hands and threw it at the sink to gain her attention.

“I was wor—”

Maeve ignored her words and continued on with her own. “I might not be a boxer, but I can take a punch or two all the same. You pushed him away. Now you’re sulking. You’ve been punishing yourself for so long because you think you don’t deserve to be happy. Harry did nothing but love you and try to help you and you wouldn’t let him—”

“I am going to fire you,” she muttered bitterly. Harry never said he loved her anyway. How could he love her after all that? How could he love her if he didn’t even know the truth?

Maeve continued anyway, immune to her threat because she knew that wasn’t true at all. “You deserve to be happy, and Harry made you happy. That scares you,” she finished.

Angry tears filled her eyes and she ground her teeth together.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

Maeve was her best friend and knew more about her and her family than anyone. “I don’t get happy things.”

“But you do. You have me, number one,” she snorted, fortunately. The tension eased just the slightest bit. “You have this bakery. And more importantly, you have a guy that is so crazy about you, he has been calling me every night to make sure you’re home safe and sound.” Her heart fluttered. She didn’t know that.

“Every time I love someone, they go away,” she whispered.

Maeve felt nothing but sympathy for her sweet friend. “You have to give Harry a chance. You have to tell him why you’re doing this. I have a good feeling about him,” Maeve reminded her. For the first time in a week, she felt her body untense.

“He calls you?” She asked.

“Every night.”

She bit the inside of her lip. “That’s nice,” she whispered.

Maeve nodded. “Really nice,” she agreed. “Plus, he’s like super hot. Did you even sleep with him yet?” She blushed at her words and reached for a new frosting bag out of the fridge. “You bitch! You didn’t tell me?!” Maeve screeched. She smacked her arm repeatedly. “Tell me everything! When did you do it? Where did you do it? Harry must have a massive dick, right? I feel like he’s—”

“Maeve,” she laughed. The first time in a week. It felt good to laugh. “I...”

“No, you have to spill. Something.”

Her cheeks were flaming. “I think I’m addicted to it,” she whispered.

“Thank. God.”

Harry refused to go back to the bakery for the rest of the week uninvited. His workout sessions were horrific. Louis yelled at him for missing his marks and he felt everything about his footwork was sloppy. The way she ignored him made him feel terrible. But naturally, he didn’t help either. He hadn’t texted her in over a week.

But it didn’t stop Harry from waking up to a call at eleven thirty at night.

“What?” He grumbled. He didn’t want to fight. He was tired of arguing with her and was tired of being frustrated. She would have to do the work if she was going to try and fix this when he needed sleep.

The sound of her shaky breath snapped his eyes open. “Can you come get me?” She croaked.

That did him in within seconds. The vulnerability in her voice. “Cupcake, s’matter?” He was awake instantly. It wasn’t sarcastic. It was her name. The one he used that made her feel adored. It was sweet and made her feel better almost as if he was already at the bakery. He quickly slid into trainers that he didn’t even untie; the back of the heel was smushed down and uncomfortable against his foot, but it didn’t matter. Her sniffling made him insane with worry. It was like the last few weeks hadn’t happened. “Kitten, talk to me,” he ordered. His heart racing and his fear taking over. He wasn’t sure he locked his door, and he was lucky he even remembered to grab his car keys before he descended the stairs to the parking lot.

“I’m alright,” she promised, tears filling most of her voice.

“Y’don’t sound alright.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated.

“Cupcake, I swear t’God,” he threw his car into drive before it was fully turned on.

“I just miss you. I’m sad and scared. Okay? I’m physically fine, but I’m a mess. I want you here,” her voice wobbled, and Harry felt like he was breaking. “Please,” she sniffled.

Harry felt crushing relief and he watched the needle on Clay’s speedometer lower from a felony charge to a healthy speeding ticket. “M’five minutes away, kitten. Stay put.”

“Okay,” her voice was quiet, sad but Harry didn’t mind.

“You’re okay?” He repeated. She nodded. He couldn’t see that though. “Cupcake?”

“I’m okay,” she promised, it was punctuated by a sniffle.

His heart felt so broken feeling the anguish in her voice. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered to the phone. “I wasn’t nice,” he mumbled.

“It’s hard,” she whispered. The remainder of his drive was silent. Just her sniffles and the hum of his tires on the road to accompany the small miles between them. Harry sprinted to her bakery door. She was there pacing the front and unlocked it as he approached. Harry dropped his phone right inside the entryway, the bell signaling his arrival, finally.

Within one second of crossing the threshold, she was in his arms. The door only clicked shut once he was around her. His face buried in her hair, his arms tightening around her like he was trying to keep her afloat in the middle of the ocean. “M’here,” he hummed. “M’here, Cupcake,” he promised. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart finally slowing after so much anxiety had plagued her over the last couple of weeks.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he assured her. “S’okay.”

“It’s so hard,” she repeated, herself from the phone call. Harry wished they were home. Even though it was late and private Harry wanted the comfort of her bed or his sofa to let her fall apart. The bakery was warm, but he wanted pillows for her head and blankets for her body to comfort her while she whispered secrets to him.

“I know, kitten. I know s’hard. But I... I adore you, Cupcake. Don’t y’know that? What do y’think all this is between us? I want t’meet your dad. He’s obviously a huge part of your life... and keeping secrets from me? S’not fair.”

“I know it’s not fair.”

“You know everything ‘bout me. S’like I don’t get t’know anything ‘bout you. Do y’think I’m suddenly not going to like you? I assure you that’s never going t’happen.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know what I did.”

“What could you possibly have done? You’re made of sugar, Cupcake. You have to let me in. I told you everything. You know my family. You know my friends. You know why I bought Driven and why I have been fighting since I was ten years old. You have kept me out of everything. I don’t even know why you opened A Pinch of Sprinkles. I know you have a dad. You never talk about your mom. I don’t know about your childhood best friend or your favorite pet. There are these walls you keep up and I don’t know why, and I don’t know how to break them down.”

“You don’t eat cupcakes when you’re sad,” her jaw shakes as she pulls from him. The space between them feels worse than the last few weeks without her combined. It’s cold and lonely. More so than not speaking to her. More so than not sleeping beside her. His heart hurt instantly. But not as much as it hurt to watch her lower lip move almost independently of the rest of her face.

“Cupcake, what does that have t’do—”

But before he could finish his thought Harry could see it did have to do with what he just asked about. The way her eyes were shining with tears. It felt like someone clipped his vocal cords. All words escaped him, and he just stared at her as she continued. “You eat them at baby showers, weddings, and at birthday parties,” she listed. Harry stayed quiet. “You don’t eat them when your mom leaves when you’re six years old because it’s too much to be a mom,” her voice was so broken as she spoke. Harry felt her pain in the air. Like needles stabbing every inch of his exposed skin. It seemed impossible that someone wouldn’t want her. To willingly choose to leave her. Her mum no less. She was looking at her hands like they were going to give her the answer to a test she forgot to study for. “You don’t eat them at funerals or when you break your arm,” she continued. Harry wondered who had died and which arm she had broken and how. “You eat them when you get a good grade on your math test or on an anniversary.” Harry’s heart was breaking. He always wondered about the things she kept hidden in her personal life and she laid it out right there for him. In the one place that she probably loved more than anywhere else on earth. “You don’t eat them when you’re sick or sad. They’re for when you’re happy. You can’t be sad while eating sprinkles.”

It clicked effortlessly. Obviously. “A pinch of sprinkles,” he murmured softly. He crossed the space that separated them. Immediately, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, they felt cool compared to the warmth that emanated from her skin. Hot, frustrated tears started to spill over. He swiped at them with his thumbs below her eyes in tandem. He caught as many as he could but there was an overwhelming number of teardrops. It was impossible for him to keep them all from falling in rivers down her face.

She nodded. Her tears continued to spill over, rolling down her cheeks and sliding down his thumbs as he tried to stop them. “A pinch of sprinkles,” she repeated softly. She inhaled sharply. Turning against his hands holding her in place. A new wave of anguish crossed her face that Harry didn’t know could exist on someone’s face—especially not her perfect features. All the art museums he went to in university for his art history requirement made sense. The distortion of features on someone so beautiful was right before him. He understood. “You don’t eat cupcakes when your dad is in a car accident and becomes paralyzed from the neck down because you were too tired to drive even though you were the one that wanted to go to the drive-in and the only thing you can do is bring him to an entirely new town with a place to help him the way he deserves because it’s never going to be enough to thank him or repay him or—” the words were cut off by sobs that she could no longer control. Her heart was breaking right in front of him.

Harry knew how to fight. He knew how to stand with poise and grace that no one would expect a boxer to have. He knew how to throw punches that could knock a grown man out in one hit. The correct form to kick was ingrained in his mind from when he was ten years old.

Harry didn’t know how to begin to fight her sadness.

“Cupcake,” he whispered. She covered her mouth and the noise that came out of her body was so sad, so broken. Harry wondered how she could still be standing. Harry always thought he was pretty tough. That stubborn nature of his thought he was one of the toughest people in a room.

But he wasn’t. Not even close.

The pretty, sweet girl who was constantly covered in sugar and frosting—she was the strongest person he knew.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what she went through—how she still coped with it. It was a miracle she got in a car ever again. She was braver than he ever was or could be. “And he doesn’t hate me,” she whispered through her sobs. “My mom left him because of me. He is in a wheelchair and unable to live a normal life because of me.”

“Kitten,” he warned worried she would work herself up too much beyond his ability to help her. Harry was an idiot for making her feel this. He couldn’t leave well enough alone. If he only knew...

“Why doesn’t he just hate me?” She whimpered and Harry finally pulled her into his embrace. Her tears immediately soaked his shirt. She got snot all over him and Harry just kept her close to him he let her cry for longer than he ever wanted her to, but it felt good to hold her again. Regardless of the pain.

“How could anyone hate you, Cupcake?" he asked after a minute.

“I hate me,” she whispered. The question was rhetorical, but she responded anyway.

He kissed the top of her head. “If I had a kid like you... S’not anything I wouldn’t do for them. Your dad doesn’t regret that.”

“Of course he does,” she sniffled. “I couldn’t even take care of him.”

“It wasn’t your job, Cupcake.”

“But it was my faul—”

“Take me t’meet him,” he interrupted.

She blinked, confused. “What?”

“Take me to meet him. Y’go every week, yeah? Take me,” he asked. She felt so vulnerable. Her heart felt heavy.

“Meet him?” She whispered. Harry didn’t even comment that she repeated him again.

He nodded. “He saved your life for me, Cupcake. M’sure of it. S’least I could do t’meet him.”

Her heart felt something dangerously close to hope enveloping it. It was too good to be true. Her dream job, a cute apartment, a best friend, and the perfect guy. “You don’t hate me?”

He scoffed and buried his face in her neck. He missed her smell—vanilla and sugar (although he wasn’t sure that was truly her natural scent but merely from spending so much time in the kitchen). He missed her voice and the warmth he felt just holding her in his arms. “Christ, Kitten. Course not.”

“But I was so... awful. And I... I ruined his life. I'm cursed or something. I'll... I'll ruin your life too.”

"Sweetheart," he cooed. "Y'don't really believe that, do you?"

"I'm not a good luck charm, Harry."

"You are, Cupcake. You are the luckiest thing s'ever happened to me."

She looked at him miserably. "I've done nothing but made your life confusing and hell."

He pulled back a little so he could get a clearer look at her face. He smiled. The first genuine smile he felt in a week. “I can take a punch every now and again,” he promised. “Think Louis would say I could be knocked down a peg or two every once in a while,” he winked.

It wasn’t fixed. But she looked slightly less broken. She felt a little more whole. Harry’s smile did wonders for her.

The next day, Harry stood in the hall outside of the dining room. Other residents were in various activities, but her dad sat in his chair, slumped slightly, and he smiled at her entrance.

“Dad,” she said softly sitting across from him.

“Busy week you had it seems,” he smiled.

She blushed. “I know. I’m so sorry. I should have called. It was one thing after another—it’s no excuse I should have been here, and I was—”

“Honey,” he shook his head slightly, one of the few movements he retained from the crash. “You’re living a life. It’s okay.”

Her heart broke to see him in his chair. Unable to live the same kind of life.

“I... brought... something.”

“Something or someone?”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t see a cupcake box, so this must trouble,” he joked, smiling brightly.

“Harry is here. He wanted to meet you,” she explained.

“He wanted to? What about you?” He asked. She looked at him nervously. Her eyes said everything she didn’t say out loud. Her dad continued to smile. “Well, it’s about time, honey.”

She rolled her eyes and waved him over. Harry hurried, stepping right beside his wheelchair. Without hesitating, he grabbed her dad’s limp hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” he said shaking it firmly with both hands. When the handshake was through, Harry ever so gently placed his hand back on the arm rest of his chair.

Her dad smirked and winked at the sweet girl. “I’d offer you my seat, Harry, but I’m afraid I’m stuck in it.”

“Jesus Christ,” she covered her hand over her eyes.

Harry chuckled, taking the seat on the side of the table between them. “No problem, sir,” he assured him, taking the joke in stride. Adoration for them both squeezed around her heart. “Cupcake, do y’mind getting us some water?” She blinked in surprise. Normally, Harry wouldn’t let her lift a finger.

“Oh... um... sure,” she said and hurried off to find a nurse to help.

“Cupcake?” Her dad repeated.

“Yes, sir. She’s quite sweet like one,” he smiled gently. Her dad stared Harry down for a moment. Not maliciously. Just watching. Waiting. If they were in the ring, they would have been eyeing one another waiting for someone to make a move.

Her dad made the first one. “She said you wanted to meet me.”

Harry nodded. “I adore your daughter. With everything in me. M’going t’protect her every moment of every day. I wanted you t’hear that from me. I wanted you t’know that.”

“She can be a little feisty sometimes,” he warned, but the smile didn’t leave his face.

“M’aware,” he didn’t want to tell him about their stalemate over the last few weeks. That didn’t matter anymore and it wouldn't paint either of them in a good light.

“She said you have a big match coming up.”

He nodded. “Yes, sir. Biggest one of m’career.”

“Think you’ll win?” He asked.

Harry was confident. But he didn’t like to let his confidence overinflate his chances or make himself sound presumptuous. Anything could happen. But he was going to try his hardest and best. That would be good enough for him. “I believe so. I’ve worked hard for this. I want it more than most anything,” he promised.

“Most?” Just like his daughter, he caught the key word.

“Most,” he repeated. There was a significant pause as Harry considered his next thoughts. The words he didn’t want to explain but what he wanted her dad to know anyway. “Did she tell you about Jack?” Harry asked quietly.

The name didn’t ring a bell. He shook his head. “No. She doesn’t always tell me everything.”

Harry smiled sadly. “At least she’s consistent,” he murmured. “My manager Louis and I teach self-defense classes... she joined one several months ago,” he let another pause tell her dad the words he didn’t want to say. The story he probably shouldn’t be telling him in the first place. “M’confident she could protect herself. But m’hoping she won’t ever have to. M’going t’keep her safe,” he assured him. “I promise.”

He could only imagine the wave of emotions that took over his brain. Harry obviously wasn’t a father, but he didn’t need to be one to know he would murder someone for his daughter. Paralysis or not. “And you?” He asked quietly. Digesting the bit of information Harry alluded to.

“Me?” Harry repeated.

“Are you going to hurt her?”

“Never,” he assured him. “I’d... I’d take a bullet for her,” he promised.

“Speaking from experience, that might hurt her more than just letting her take the bullet,” he chuckled and winked. Harry snorted but nodded.

“Understood.”

She returned with three glasses of water and an extra long straw for her father. “You guys sharing war stories about me?”

“I was jus’ ‘bout t’tell him how you’re trying t’fatten me up with raspberry lemon filling,” Harry stood and held her chair out for her to sit.

“You are more than capable of saying no to cupcakes, Harry.”

“I beg to differ, honey. It’s a sin to say no to them,” her dad smiled. “A sin to say no to you,” he winked again.

Their reunion in Harry’s home was carnal to say the least. Harry missed being inside her. He wanted to fall asleep with her wrapped around his dick. Harry had spent many years of his teens taking care of his own sexual needs and yet somehow the weeks apart from her were worse than all those years combined.

Perhaps it was the noises she made. Begging Harry for a release. Her body craved his. It felt like a part of her had been missing for the duration of their silly stalemate. It may have only been a few weeks, but it was a few weeks without orgasms made possible by Harry’s mouth, fingers, and dick.

“I wanna stay inside you the rest of m’life,” he moaned into her ear in the middle of the night. They would both be tired in the morning. Louis would probably hate her (even though Harry assured her that was impossible) but it was worth it.

They started going over her self-defense moves again in between dinner and TV shows. Harry was encouraging. Making sure she followed the right move and not her instinct. Correcting her form and making sure she knew he would always be there for her. She told him more secrets that made Harry feel so whole.

She watched him train. Harry walked her to her car after falling asleep on the table in the bakery kitchen. They hadn’t spent a night apart since Harry met her dad. They fell asleep watching a movie or show nearly every night. Harry would simply lift her in his arms and carry her to the bedroom. She would coax him out of his slumber and snuggle up to him as they made it to a more comfortable position in bed.

That was the case one week prior to Harry’s big fight.

He had fallen asleep in her lap (after he had lazily brought her to orgasm with nothing more than stroking his finger messily around her clit. Simply because he could and thought her sleep shorts looked lonely without his hand inside them). Now he had an arm wrapped around her waist, face nuzzled against her T-shirt. “I love you, Cupcake,” he mumbled sleepily. She ignored it. Thought that maybe he was asleep because surely someone so big and strong—someone so scary yet boyish—couldn’t love her after all she put him through. No matter how good her mouth was on his dick. “Hear me, kitten?” He asked rolling to look up at her.

She smiled, blushing. “I heard you, thought you were sleeping.”

“Well, I love you in m’sleep, too,” he turned again, rubbing his nose against her shirt. She giggled, rubbing her fingers through his hair and massaging scalp. She was so enamored and so surprised she felt speechless. “So you’re supposed t’say it back,” he turned and looked up at her. “Unless...y’don’t feel the same way...or I said it too soon or something and it’s—”

“Oh no way,” she assured him. “I love you very much,” she laughed and brought her face down to his and kissed him.

The morning of his fight, they woke up early. Harry headed into the shower, and she followed right behind him. With a sleepy smile he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him as he always did, gripping her hair in his hands while he thought about how a $100,000 would change his life and allow him to spoil her.

But after a healthy breakfast (and another blowjob from beneath the table while he ate because she simply thought he deserved a relaxed morning) there was no use denying it.

Harry was grumpy.

By the time they got to Driven, he snapped at her a few times (more than a few times) and she took it like a champ. In fact, she was planning on ignoring it entirely. It wasn’t his fault. Stress was natural on a day like today. His warmup wasn’t supposed to be heavy the day of a massive fight like this even though he tested Louis’ patience to no end.

“Again,” he snarled at Louis. Louis looked at her for support.

“Baby, you need—”

“I said, again. I know what m’doing,” he growled ignoring her.

Louis let him have one more round of practice. But it was Louis’ comments on his attitude that he found her around lunch time in his office setting up a light lunch from one of his favorite restaurants nearby. Tail between his legs. “M’sorry I snapped, kitten. S’jus’ the nerves.”

She smiled. “I know, baby. It’s okay.”

“S’not okay, though.”

She shook her head grinning at him. “I’ll yet at you later when you eat the frosting off my cupcakes.”

He nodded. “M’gonna hold you to that,” he promised.

“I know it’s silly to say. But don’t be nervous. You’re going to win, I can feel it,” she assured him and draped herself in his lap while he ate his carrot sticks.

“Course. M’good luck charm will be there,” he brushed his finger on her cheek.

“You know, I hate when you get hit. It's been my least favorite part of this whole experience.”

He shrugged. “So, I won’t get hit,” he smiled knowingly.

She laughed. “I don’t think I’m much of a good luck charm when you were already undefeated when I met you,” she reminded him.

He felt everything soften in him. The tenseness, the anger, and the frustration all disappeared. “Oh, kitten,” he shook his head. “You have been m’good luck charm for so much more than boxing matches.”

Louis was ready to explode with anger. Part of her wondered if he had ever followed through on his threats of getting in the ring to throw punches at Harry. She thought it might be cathartic for him. Before she can blink, the introductions are over. The sound of the bell chimes through the arena room.

Ding

Round one was over and she was holding her breath so she seriously considered the idea that she had blacked out and missed it. But Niall had murmured to her that he didn’t get hit once and she felt so proud, so excited. The kind of money Harry was going to win would do incredible things for his life. Maybe in addition to holding her breath, she had squeezed her eyes shut and turned to Niall.

His opponent was big, strong. He wasn't facing Harry because he wasn't good. It terrified to think the kind of damage an opponent like him could do to him.

“Looks like he forgot extra towels,” Niall murmured to her bringing her back to reality. She could see the irritation in Louis’ eyes and Harry holding his hands up with the gloves. How did y’expect me t’grab them? She could imagine him grumbling back only further irritating Harry. There was enough for the time being but she knew they would go through a stack of them in no time at all.

“I’ll get them,” she offered standing waving at him in some silent sign language neither discussed but Louis knew what it meant. He looked the slightest bit more relaxed by her standing. Part of her thought for the first time in their relationship he didn’t hate her. Even though Harry assured her repeatedly that he didn't. (He was utterly kind to her throughout the self-defense classes and when Harry reminded her of such, she alluded to the fact that she paid for that kindness.)

“Cupcake, you’re the best,” Niall squeezed the back of her arm as he stayed put. “Want me to come with you?” He asked.

“No, I got it,” she smiled. “I’m going to use the bathroom and hit the concession stand too. So, if I’m not back at the end of the next round I didn’t fall in the laundry basket,” she promised. Niall chuckled and waved her off.

After going to the bathroom and making her way back to the locker room, flashing her badge around her neck, she found the extra towels laid out. The noise was deafening—even from inside the locker room. She grabbed an armful's worth and made her way toward the entrance to the arena.

When she turned around, the last person she ever thought she’d see was waiting just inside the door. The volume behind him hadn’t changed. But she swore in that moment, the crowd, the bell, the thudding of her heart, everything got louder.

She knew he was trying to intimidate her just by standing there. There wasn’t a single person around. Everyone was in that arena. Her legs felt like lead, but she walked forward anyway. The towels in her arms provided extra space between them as she started to walk right past him. “Excuse me,” she muttered.

He’s just trying to intimidate me. She repeated to herself.

“Round two is about to begin!” She heard announced from behind the door followed by a delighted cheer.

It was nothing.

Jack was just trying to scare her. She hadn't done anything wrong.

All she needed to do was walk by him confidently. Then she would watch Harry win life-changing money. She was home free. Leaning into the door, the metal bar squeaking as it released the hold on the frame to let her through to the main room.

But at the last second, the towels fell from her arm in a heap as he grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the door. “I don’t think so.”

Round two was starting.

Ding.

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2nd Chances

Nico and I have been friends since we were kids. We did every single thing together. From coloring in kindergarten to joining the wrestling team in high school, we were ceremonial twins essentially despite are vastly different racial backgrounds. Hell we even came out as Bi to one another at the same time.

We were always on the same page until we got to college. It's so silly in retrospect. I could have never foreseen that we would like the same person and that it would lead to such a big fight that we both stormed off to cool down. He went for a run on campus and I got in my car and sped off, but so did this speeding truck that ran a red light.

I was in the hospital for 3 months and every day Nico would stop by and stay by my side crying, pleading, wishing for me to wake up. But when that 3rd month ended, so did doctor's hope that I would ever wake up.

I remember hearing Nico hysterically crying telling the doctors to fix me. There was no fixing me.

The night before they were set to take me off life support, Nico layed in my hospital bed with me. That's when he made the wish.

"I don't want to lose you Emil but I'm going to live out everything you've wanted to accomplish. I just wish I could do more so you could be the one to live our your dreams."

I woke up the next day and picked up my phone...what? How am I picking up my phone? Wait this isn't my phone? But it unlocked to my face? I fiddled my fingers to open up the selfie camera.

"Nico?" I gasped.

The bed I was in was empty. Someone from the hospital came to break the news to me that "Emil" passed away at night ahead of them disconnecting "him" from life support. They had staff place me in another bed while "his" family mourned.

"If I'm Nico does that mean...no....it can't"

I couldn't believe this he didn't make a wish to die, but then I sensed I wasn't alone. I got up and searched the room. But no one was there. Instead I heard a voice but it was inside my head.

"Hello? What's going on?" the voice said.

I couldn't wrap my head around all of these new developments. I felt like I was about to faint and honestly thought I did. But then the body I'm in braced itself and spoke out loud without me doing it.

"Woah. What just happened? I was like watching myself move but not controlling?" Nico's body said.

That's when it clicked

"Nico is that you in here?" I yelled in an exasperated glee.

Nico and I headed to a cafe where he got a coffee and we spoke in our weird new internalized way. I told him to put his headphones on so no one would think he was crazy.

We never thought a wish would lead to something beyond scientific explanation. It felt like we were always hugging one another, just surrounded by each others platonic love. I was so glad I didn't have to lose him even though it meant I lost my body.

Weeks went by and it was hard for me. Anytime I took control of Nico's body I felt like I was putting a show on pretending. But that's not me. I think the best perk of being in the same body was Nico being present and co-experiencing my emotions.

"You don't have to pretend to be me. We can just make a new 'Nico'. The last thing I want is for you to feel like you're unhappy or trapped Emil." Nico said giving me the closest thing he could to a consoling hug.

Over the next few days we talked about boundaries about our new Nico.

No partners without both agreeing. No major tattoos and piercings without both agreeing. You might be sensing a theme here. The new Nico was a democracy, but at least I didn't have to be hyper masculine like I thought he wanted me to be. If anything my flamboyant nature was something he said he always wanted to channel more but felt too insecure to do.

Becoming one person felt like we were actually 2 halves finally returning together for the greater good.

But at the end of the day, we're still 2 college aged bi dudes. When we went out it was the best of both world times 2. We turned looks that channeled both our vibes but also our drive was insatiable. It may just be one body but partners had to please 2 sex drives.

In the semi-rare occasion we both agreed on one person to go home with, we destroyed them, especially men. Those became our favorite interactions only because it was easier to flip and f*ck.

I'd start leading them on letting them think they'd get to top such a beefy and submissible bottom which was true. Nico's body was not a bottom before I got here but he absolutely should have. His butt was almost asking to be spread and eaten. These thighs from years of wrestling and collegiate sports allowed me to just ride for an hour if I wanted. By the time they were done and we're glistening in sweat and panting, Nico tagged in.

He's the definition of a fuckboy with the way he lays pipe. He knew all the right ways to treat you before impaling you with his sizably thick dick. I'll never forget the face of the first guy we flipped. He was looking at us so surprised with eyes that almost look like he was hungry for us. Back and forth, thrusting until they moan unbelievably loud from the lengthy sessions. I don't know how NIco was cumming before but he's definitely cumming enough for 2 people with the way we climax now.

We're glad to be together now....no more than anything I'm glad to be Nico now, too.

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For You

Summary: You’ve been going through a rough patch with your moms for a while, after a big argument you finally tell them how you feel.

Word Count: 1.2k

Parings: (Wandanat x Daughter!Reader)

Warnings: none I believe :)

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The walls shook as you slammed your bedroom door shut, the tell tale sign of another fight with your moms. Most teenagers have arguments with their parents, who usually have high expectations of them. But being the daughter of the Black Widow and the Scarlett Witch meant that your expectations were set much higher. Growing up your moms were your best friends, you spent every second with them, it was the three of you against the world. You had a magical childhood and all your school friends were jealous of your home life, however after your 13th birthday Natasha and Wanda decided that it was time for you to start training alongside Peter. It was nothing extreme, a few hours a week in the gym and some basic self defence. As Peter progressed you soon fell behind, not only disappointing your teammates but also your mothers.

You let out a sigh as you slumped down onto your bed, rolling over to face the wall incase of any unwelcome visitors. You replayed the row in your head, Natasha’s words loud and clear in your mind. “Why can’t you be more like Peter, he’s doing so well, he puts so much work into his training, he’s not lazy like you!” She had shouted across the room. That was your final straw. If only they knew the effort you held within you, they just didn’t care about it as it had nothing to do with being an avenger. As a kid you loved to draw and paint, and as you got older it became a favourite hobby. At first your moms would take your cute little drawings and put them around the compound to be admired but as they transitioned back into work and long missions they didn’t really have the time to appreciate your art anymore and very quickly they forgot about your favourite activity.

A knock at the door arrived as another tear slipped down your cheek. “Go away” you huffed. Shortly after came a gentle click of your door. “Who said you could come in?” You asked. Your mom didn’t say anything just yet, she simply walked over to your bed and took a seat next to you. “Y/n” Wanda said “I- I’m sorry. I hate when we fight kiddo” she said as she reached for your hair. “Mama started it” you replied as you pushed away her touch. “Baby mama didn’t mean what she said. We had words after you left and she knows she was wrong, she’s gone for a walk to calm down” your mom said as she shuffled closer. “And I know that I was wrong too” she said, causing you to look up at her. “I shouldn’t have shouted like I did” Wanda said with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Your mom never usually shouted at you, she was normally the calm one although still echoing everything your mama was saying.

Wanda’s vulnerability made you think for a moment. You had always hidden how you truly felt, putting on a tough act so you didn’t disappoint your moms even further. When Wanda had come to see you, you were prepared for round two with her. But the delicacy she had entered the room with caused something in you to shift. “Why am I not good enough for you and mama?” You cried out, the sight breaking Wanda’s heart. “Baby don’t say that!” Your mom cooed as she pulled you up into her embrace “you are good enough for us darling” she said. “You just want me to be like Peter” you sobbed “you’d rather him be your kid” you tried to push away from Wanda’s hold, but she tightened her grip around you, “we don’t think that y/n” she said. “I know I’m not as good as him at combat and weapons and stuff but I am good at other things! Why can’t you see that? I’m trying so hard to make you proud of me but nothing I ever do is good enough!” You cried.

Without realising, a second pair of arms had been wrapped around you, a steady hand was trailing through your hair. “Mama?” You mumbled as you looked up to see her green eyes. “I’m never gonna be good enough for you am I?” You said as you melted into her arms. Natasha had been stood outside your room for a few minuets listing to yours and Wanda’s conversation. She felt so guilty when she heard what you said and came running to your side, crying along with you. “Oh my little spider, look at me” Nat said as she cupped your cheeks, bringing your gaze towards her. “I promise you’re enough baby girl, I’m so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t. Your mom and I are so proud of you but we’ve been blinded by our own want for you to become an agent. But it’s not what you want is it?” She asked. You looked at her confused for a moment, finally starting to calm down again. “Your artwork” Natasha whispered.

“Mama you remembered?” You asked. “Of course we did sweetie” Natasha said “baby you’re a fantastic little artist we loved when you used to bring us all your drawings” Wanda said as she brushed your hair back from your face. “But I thought you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted me to focus on being an avenger” you cried “you never had any time for me” you mumbled as you laid in your moms arms. “You’re right baby girl and mama and I are so sorry” Wanda said as she kissed your forehead. “Y/n being an agent and an anger is all your mom and I have ever known” Natasha said “we’ve not put being mothers first and we know that now. We thought we were putting you first by pushing you into training but we weren’t and we are so sorry” she finished. You sat up so both your moms could see you, you took a deep breath as you prepared to tell them the truth “mom, mama” you whispered “I don’t wanna be an avenger” you cried out “I’m sorry” your moms both scooped you up immediately, both now crying with you.

“We know that now sweetie” Wanda calmly said “you don’t have to be sorry” she said. “I don’t wanna disappoint you” you mumbled as you wiped your nose “dekta you could never disappoint us” Natasha said “this is your life and you’re old enough now to decide how you want to live it, all we want is for you to be happy” your mama said. It was like a breath of fresh air had hit your bedroom, everything you had wanted to say was finally out in the open. “I think I know what I wanna do” you said looking up at your moms “what is it darling?” Wanda asked “after I finish school, I wanna go to college, to study art. Is that ok?” You sheepishly asked. “Oh y/n of course it is” Natasha said “it might be expensive though” you frowned “well that’s what uncle Tony is for” Your mama giggled “and besides we’ve got some money put away from you, it’s plenty enough to get you where you need to be” Wanda said “really?” You asked, trying hard to hide your excitement. “Really baby” Natasha said “whatever you need, we’ll sort, we’re your moms and that’s our job” Wanda said as she ran her hand under your chin. “I love you mom” you said to Wanda “I love you mama” you said to Natasha.

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oscar piastri nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) This man is so lovable, a better boyfriend could not be. He always makes sure you feel the best you can. He talks to you a lot after, loves to hug you to himself, tenderly stroking your hair. He also never forgets about proper hygiene after sex, so you don't have to worry about skipping it one day (Oscar looks like he's crazy about hygiene) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) At his own, um, I think he is definitely a fan of his smile. The boy realizes that he has a lot of charm in him, especially when he smiles. Oh, then he can do a lot. Really a lot In your body he loves breasts the most. He loves to lie on them, kiss them, come on them…. Oh, much to list. He just loves their shape and the sensations they create. C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Hm, Oscar doesn't like the mess (except for his room in the drivers' rooms in the Mclaren seating area) I think so. So I can't imagine him allowing you to do it too. However, let's not lie to ourselves, everyone has a dirty secret, and his is the sight of your breasts in his cum. That's what I said D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) As I wrote above, his dirty secret is to see your breasts in his own lube. I swear, the boy could look at this view for hours and he would never get tired of it. I assume that he himself doesn't know when and how it happened that he started to like it, but definitely when you first tried it E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Oscar is young, so let's not lie to ourselves - he's also a bit inexperienced. He's had one girlfriend before you, and he hasn't dated anyone else on the side, so he hasn't had much experimentation in his life. But that's okay. You learn everything together, getting to know the other person's body intimately. And you have to believe that he really knows what he's doing - self-taught they say F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) By being a tity-man, he must have your breasts in view. Cowgirl? It's definitely on the plus side. He has all of you in his embrace, he can see your breasts, your face, everything he loves most. However, having sex standing up has a special place in his heart. Oh this boy is no saint, once or twice you happened to have fun in the cantina in the Mclaren garage. Maybe that's why Lando sometimes laughs under his breath? G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) It depends on the occasion - if you happen to make love after returning from a romantic dinner, there is no room for foolishness. Moments ago he threw (almost ripping) an expensive dress off of you, that was stupid enough behavior

But if this is precisely the situation in his small Mclaren room, there is no end to the laughter. Well, okay, you try not to be so loud, because it already happened once that Lando hit your wall from the other side

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Okay, like I said, he's the clean-cut type. He likes to have order and he has it on his body too. He doesn't like to have a lot of hair, and having it in intimate areas just irritates him, he considers it unnecessary. In your case, he would probably also prefer it to be neatly trimmed, because, well, it is sometimes unpleasant for certain activities… I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Oscar is affectionate, he really tries to put a lot into the act so that it's not just something carnal. It's not just a normal act for him, but something that connects you more than he could ever dream of and is reserved only for you J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He is young!! I think that sometimes somewhere he will continue to scroll through the newspapers that he once “accidentally” took in. But it should be remembered that in the past he had to hide a lot with masturbation by the fact that he has three younger sisters. That's why you yourself never know if he was doing something or not (sometimes he copes on his own because he doesn't want to keep persuading you, not that you mind) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) It's hard to detect any kink in him, really. He never told you about it directly, and if he mentioned anything it was very evasive. However, looking at him, all I can think of is mommy kink? I swear that I'm sure that word came out of his mouth to you once when you had sex. He hides it well L = Location (favorite places to do the do) This is where his head of a forty-year-old with a mid-life crisis comes in. With this he doesn't like to experiment. A regular bed, preferably in your shared apartment is something he likes best. Too much combination is not on his side

And how are you on the road? His room in the Mclaren building. There may not be a lot of space, but if you want it all fits M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Oscar is sometimes like an excitable teenager who doesn't need much to make him run after you and be clingy all day. Your sight next to him in the morning is definitely something that turns him on. Or the sight of you in your newly chosen (by him) lingerie in his team colors (papaya!!)

A/N: part two will be here soon!

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While I'm on the subject of Bells Hells' reactions to the events of last episode, I'm extremely interested in what's going to happen with Ashton. After all, only DAYS ago in-game, Ashton had their own mishap that resulted in the whole party being furious with them to varying degrees. And C3E78, their apology tour for that event, came with plenty of statements and promises on their part that have an awful lot of relevance to current events.

Ashton has always shown a high degree of awareness that this is a group teetering on the edge of darkness at any given time. His apologies in episode 78 tend to be loaded with assurances that he will forgive the others when it's their turn to make mistakes just as he hopes they will forgive him. Here's what he said to Chetney:

TALIESIN: Well, I'm glad you stopped. And I don't know, I'm processing a lot right now, but if I do stay, if you let me stay, the day something happens and it goes bad for you and you hurt a lot of people because, for any reason somebody gets in your head, something bad happens, something pushes you over the edge, something just fucking stupid. Stay or go, I promise that I will stick around, help clean it up. You will get no shit from me. None.

And here's what they said specifically to Laudna when she confronted them:

TALIESIN: I will, no matter what we do, no matter what mistakes we make, no matter what we have, I will stay and I will be there and I will not-- I will not walk away. I don't know what love is, but I'm going with this.

And they seem to be sticking to that promise! At the end of last episode they were very strongly by her side. He clearly sees (understandably, given his past) the act of sticking with someone no matter what to be one of the highest expressions of love. But sticking by someone doesn't mean signing off on all of their behaviour unchallenged, either. I also think it's relevant to look at what was in his mind when Imogen tried to read it:

TALIESIN: I think I've seen a pattern in my life and I've-- I'm going to just describe it instead of-- Just the realization of hubris and temptation and blame and this sudden realization of this epiphany of violent levels of projecting responsibility. Just this very wide thought of so many moments in life of not being responsible for what happened and suddenly going through that one by one of just, it took one week of vaguely knowing where I came from, and the only thing I really knew about these people was that they fucked up in this very particular way and it took me one week to do the exact fucking same thing. Because I was so desperate to have it and so desperate to have something that I lost so that I could be mad at someone for taking it.

They immediately took a step back and saw their responsibility for the way in which they hurt their friends, and so they expressed regret and apologies for that. He also saw how his actions were a way of reflecting his hurt back out into the world in the same way he was hurt. His father failed him, and his pain and trauma led him down the path of making a very similar mistake. I suspect all of this was on his mind in that moment where he took Laudna by the shoulder and whispered to her that she should start with an apology. They were hoping she would respond to it with that same introspection, but unfortunately a few things--not the least of which being Delilah--are in the way of that.

The question is what does he do next? He made a promise to walk beside, but (as I said above) that isn't necessarily a promise to unilaterally co-sign all of someone's actions, and I'd like to see a step forward in which Ashton uses their experience with the shard and what happened after to perhaps try and further encourage Laudna to make amends and communicate and come into the fold of the group instead of isolating herself. But I wonder if perhaps they do not feel that they have the right to say anything negative to her at all only days after the shard incident. But how does one reconcile that with a group member who risks becoming genuinely dangerous to your other loved ones if she continues down the path she's on?

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MAY OKAY this is kinda reachinggg but i need to chime in with my theory on the moving out thing. i find the phrasing intersting when phil says "we almost didn't get a place together." because that sentence on it's own, to me, implies he means the first place they had together (so the machester flat). bc if you're moving in w/ someone for the first time you say "we're getting a place together" but if you've been living with them, you'd say like "we're moving to a [new] place" right? now i'm gonna ignore the moving out part for a second and skip to something else. phil says that dan said "we don't have that stress of being in a new york apartment on our own, and trying to live life for the first time." this also strikes me as intersting bc technically phil lived on his own in manchester for a whole year, so what is the "we" in this situation?? which brings me to this: dan historically and still does talk like he lived with phil during his year in uni/phil's year of living "on his own." phil has also mentioned multiple times how dan was always over. so lowkey, i kinda think that when phil said "dan wanted to move out" he was just spinning the truth a little bit to make the situation sound simpler and also more dramatic. i can imagine a world in which after dan's first year of uni, where he spent more time at phil's flat than in his dorm, he told phil they shouldn't officially move in together (i.e. "get a place") because he wasnt productive/they both needed their time to live alone (bc at that point, phil probably didnt feel like he was living alone even though it was "his" flat). does this make sense or am i reaching way to far 😭😭😭

OKAY? OKAY! POINTS ARE BEING MADE. YEAH.

i see wyim about the "getting" a place vs "moving" into a different place, fr. like when i first watched dnpfttt (lmao), given the context of it being posted just a year ago and phil not really specifying, i just assumed when he said "getting a place" he worded it that way because buying and owning and designing a whole ass house together is very different/much bigger than just renting a new one. so it seemed more like - we're GETTING this place rather than just shifting.

BUT i see your manchester apartment vision. i see it. and i love your post about how dan just took on the role of being phil's housemate and never changed his mind about it since 😭😭😭

the only thing i wonder is, dan said he considered moving out because if he were sad and lonely he'd make more "content", but at that point youtube wasn't a critical thing for him to be producing for! so? hm. considerations to consider

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Older Alpha and Human waitress/ Part 4

A/N: Hello again! I am back with part 4 of this series. I have a lot of fun with developing the plot and characters. I am hoping I am not overdoing it in any way shape of form. Also we have now the Moodboard and the Introduction. Also here you'll find part 3 if you are interested. I love you guys so much -Swan/Moon

Desmonds POV

The next day was similar to the days before. He went to the meetings in the morning and noon, speaking with the other alphas about the pack territory. The problem had been that there was a new pack forming and they had demanded space or else they would have taken themselves said space. This of course could not have been permitted, since that would have ended in a massacre. The human government would have not been amused to cover up a slaughter between two packs and so they had to find a way without blood. While Desmond knew better, some days he wished they would just fight it out. Atlest then there wouldn’t have been so many meetings and fights in the meeting room. His thoughts were captivated by something else anyway…He was worried for his mate, she had looked so distressed. The longing to just take her away from all her worries had never been as strong as in that moment.

The alpha tried to cheer himself up, he would see her again today. Maybe would even make her smile when he brought her the books she had left behind. Of course was he aware that it might have looked a little weird…he just could not help himself. The urge to spoil and pamper his little mate was overwhelming. In his mind he had already planned their first trip to his cabin. He would take her there before they would officially return to the pack village. Thinking about all the things they could do…while Desmond really tried to keep his thoughts pure…it was not as easy. His inner wolf whined and scratched against the walls of his mind. The primal needs he felt were strong, he craved to touch his mates soft skin. To kiss her plump lips, to make her feel safe in his arms. To undress her slowly before- Desmond stopped his thoughts right there. He really didn’t want to get a boner in the middle of a political discussion.

A few hours later, the meetings and work was done for the day. Desmond would do the paperwork later, he had gotten an email from Isaac with some documents he needed him to look at. Desmond’s Pack had a few companies under their name or were part of them, while most things were equally shared, two of the companies were under his name. There also were many contracts he had to look at, work with or renew. 60% of the money earned ran into the Pack fund, all pack members that were working full time also gave away 10% of their salary to the pack fund. With that money were paid a lot of things like the maintenance of the packhouses, insurance costs, school and kindergarten places, student loans, cars that were free to use amongst the Pack…the list went on and on. Desmond himself had brought this concept to the pack after seeing it being absolutely successful in another pack. Since he did that, his pack had not only grown a lot but also was one of the most peaceful. That comes along with being an actual community. Desmond had learned the importance of acceptance, beginning to help werewolves who had not such a good start in their life or a rough time…The Alpha wondered what his mate would think of all of that. With how sweet she seemed, he was sure she would adore his work.

With his mind occupied by that thought, he walked into the restaurant. He sat down in his usual booth…but his beloved was not there. Desmond ordered by her colleague, waiting for her to arrive. But she did not come. His heart sunk…where was she?

Your POV

It had been your day off when your father had a bad episode of pain. His back and hip were hurting so much that he couldn’t get up from his bed. Of course you took two days off and stayed with him day and night. You had called his doctor who had taken the time to do a home visit. He had given your father some medications that eased his pain for a short time. Today was the first day that he felt better. Right now he sat in the garden, Pumpkin and Spice laying at his feet, enjoying the sun. Your mum and you were baking blueberry muffins, the kitchen smelled deliciously like the home baked goods. Tonight you would work again, but would always be available for your parents to call.

Initially you had wanted to become a nurse, but the condition of your parents has kept you occupied. You were unable to stay away from home too long, so you found a job that only would be in the afternoon and evening. That's how you ended up in the Sailor Boy, utterly grateful for your job and understanding boss. It may not have been what you wanted at first, but you were more than grateful to have something. Your mum and you put the muffins in the oven, setting the timer and sitting down. Your phone beeped and you looked at it.

William: Hey love, I am in town again, how you doing?

Y/N: Will, haven’t heard from you in forever! I’m doing fine.

William: Nice to hear that, yeah, I was on a big hike with Jeannie. Want to meet up and catch up?

Y/N: Sure, but I am only free in the mornings and noon, you okay with that?

William: Absolutely, how about tomorrow? In our Café?

Y/N: Sounds like a plan, how about 9 am and eat breakfast together.

William: Deal, see you there.

You were quite excited to see Will again. He was one, actually the only, friend you had left. Most of your friends had stopped texting you when your parents' conditions worsened. Since you refused to go out and party, which wasn’t your thing anyways, they stopped making the effort. You tried to do other things with them like going shopping together, movie nights or hikes together. That wasn’t really what most of your friends wanted. So they and you started to text less and less until you lost contact. The two friends you still had were William and Amanda. Amanda began to use you as her personal therapist, trying everything to get your attention. Manipulating you to be available to her at all times. Will told you she was bad news, you didn't listen. The brutal fallout came eventually. Both of you were left hurt.

So that only left Will. Will had no one but his girlfriend Jeannie and you, he had gone no contact with his family as soon as he moved out. For a short time he had lived with you and your family, when his flat had caught fire and he was left homeless. Will didn’t want to be a bother, but you refused to let him sleep in a dingy hotel. That was two years ago. Will had also been the one to tell you about Werewolves and other magical creatures. You didn’t believe him, that was until he had transformed into a Werewolf in front of you. You had been…a little out of it afterwards. However when he explained everything and you swore secrecy, everything went on as usual. Honestly the knowledge of magical creatures didn’t affect your daily life in the slightest. Shortly after the housefire William met his wonderful girlfriend Jeannie, she was a travel and hiking blogger. The two of them hiked and traveled the world together, often sponsored by some big company. William took the pictures and videos while Jeannie was the model. Jeannie was a lovely person, kind and so confident. You two got along so well that Will often joked if he was even needed when you all met up.

The next hours passed quickly, you thinking about tomorrow, the muffins being ready and eating a late lunch with your parents. You got ready for your work and took the bus into the city.

Half an hour later you arrived at your workplace, quickly going up into the staffrom an changing into your work clothes. After that you went down, doing your usual routine. Not even forty minutes had passed when a certain somebody entered the restaurant. Desmond, you remembered his name, was dressed in a black suit, his hair in a bun and his beard must have been freshly cut and formed. You bet that he smelled like the most expensive perfume.

You smiled at him kindly: “Hi there, how are you doing?” You asked him. Why did he look so relieved? You were missing something, you just didn’t know what. “I am good, wonderful actually.” He stepped with you on the side and a worried look was on his handsome face, his gray eyes were filled with compassion. “Is everything okay? You looked distressed the other day.” He asked, his voice was soft. Actually worried. Your bottom lip trembled, a sudden wave of sadness and exhaustion washing over you. If you thought too hard about it, you would cry. However, you caught yourself. Faking a smile you tried to ease his worry: “Yeah everything is alright, don’t worry.” You looked up at him, he was far taller than you. “May I ask what happened?” You nodded slowly: “Well my parents are chronically ill. My father had a bad episode of pain and needed me.”

The handsome man, Desmond, looked at you again with such compassion. “I know I might overstep, but you left the books behind and I took the freedom to buy them for you.” He placed a black paper bag in your hand. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him absolutely surprised. “I cannot accept these.” You quickly said. Desmond chuckled:” I insist.” You felt guilty, you must have looked so distressed that he wanted to help you. “Let me pay you back.” You tell him, wanting to get your money. “If you pay me back I will give it as your tip.” Desmond said with a grin. “Has anyone told you before that you are stubborn?” You said with a smile. Desmond chuckled: “Actually yes. And please accept the books. I am so grateful for our conversations. After a day at the office I always look forward to it.” You grinned and answered: “Here I was thinking you’re always returning for our town's famous cocktails.” Both of you laughed at that.

“Thank you, really.” You then said a little more serious again. You blushed slightly, but then quickly remembered what you had told yourself before: He was just kind, not interested in you. You reminded yourself that he was older, a businessman and very surely not interested in a waitress from a medium sized town.

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did... shiggy just died i-. idk what to feel. So he is not coming bach huh..... :(. OFA is gone too....

I don’t know what to feel either, anon. We really have to wait and see what comes next. But I do think Horikoshi is trying to say something about rebirth, so the rest of this post is going to be something like an elegy for the Tomura Shigaraki we knew (and what that can mean for Izuku): Why rebirth? Why is Tomura doomed? Tomura’s entire existence was tainted by AFO. Tomura can change his name, change his hair color, kill the AFO vestige, etc., but it’s impossible for him to escape AFO. How society would view him or his “redemption” is irrelevant; it’s that HE now knows his entire life, from conception onwards, was never his own. For Tomura, a happy ending is being completely free from AFO, deciding things fully for himself, and knowing his decisions are his own. It’s not a happy ending to remove Tenko from Tomura’s origin trauma only to plunge him into Twice’s “am I really me” trauma.

What AFO’s final, awful reveal showed is that even if Tomura Shigaraki became Tenko Shimura again, it’s not a rebirth. The very first cells of “Tenko Shimura’s” being were stained by AFO since AFO manipulated Kotaro into conceiving Tenko. Tenko’s parents and childhood friends were totally under AFO’s thumb. “Tenko” has no path to freedom; he has to be rebuilt from ash, one way or another.

For my own aesthetic tastes, I would very much prefer for Tenko to have agency over this. If he was going to disintegrate, I’d prefer it to be a clear choice — like Katsuki and Toshinori choosing moves that brought them to the brink of death. I don’t like the idea that Tenko had no choice in life or death, and that disintegrating is just another indignity that AFO manipulated him into. But maybe his story was always destined to be a tragedy, no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

Of course, there are ways that the spirit/consciousness of Tenko Shimura could return in a new body, and many of them do have Tenko participating actively in the process:

Phoenix quirk — Tomura disintegrates to ash so Tenko can choose to be reborn free of AFO’s distortions. (Maybe fandom was right about this theory but wrong that the phoenix was Dabi!)

Overhaul or quirk awakening - It’s possible for Overhaul (who is very much still alive and in possession of his quirk factor) to reverse the disintegration. It’s also possible that Tenko can do it himself (or that Tenko gave Izuku a quirk to do it) since Decay is half of Overhaul. Personally I don’t believe this is likely because I think Decay disappeared when AFO took control of Tomura this final time? Unclear, the end got really rushed and messy on these details for me, but if Decay is gone then it’s hard for it to “awaken.”

Rewind - The MHA standby ever since Eri’s introduction. She doesn’t have her horn anymore, so it seems unlikely, but she still has her quirk factor. The thing here is Tenko’s agency and if he would want to be rewound back to the body that AFO built for him.

All For One - Yes, Tomura could have given Izuku a quirk when they touched. What if it’s actually…All For One? Yoichi said the AFO quirk could have been the kindest in the world…and Izuku did promise to “bring it all back”… so if Tomura’s parting gift was to give the raw All For One power to Izuku, then Izuku could Overhaul and Rewind his way into healing everyone. He could borrow any quirk needed (Recovery Girl? Erasure?) use it as a tool, and then give it back because of course Izuku wouldn’t keep a stockpile for himself (absent being told he could keep a quirk). FWIW, I’d be HIGHLY amused if this happens, because it sounds straight out of a DFO fic. :)

Aura Might/OFA shenanigans - The “heroic fire” of OFA has seemingly gone out before, only to re-emerge both in the same person and in other people. I could see Tenko emerging from this fire.

Wishing energy that twists fate - Izuku and All Might both lived when they were “supposed” to die, so it could happen for Tenko too.

However, Tenko returning in a physical, corporeal form is not the only kind of rebirth that can complete his arc. It pains me SO MUCH to say this, but there’s a real chance his body doesn’t come back. Tomura fought for someone to see what was swept under the rug and understand that hero society isn’t perfect. He wanted a hero who would save him and imperfect humans like him, and he got that someone in Izuku. (He actually got it in Nana too, because of Izuku.)

Izuku Midoriya taking Tenko’s message deep into his heart and influencing all the people watching him to care more about the misfits and “villains” that pro heroes can’t help is a form of giving Tenko a new life. In the same way that the vestiges extended their power decades beyond physical death, and the same way that Shirakumo’s heroic heart survived his death and Nomu-fication, Izuku can keep Tenko’s spirit alive long after his body died. Maybe Tenko’s spirit is a new type of “heroic fire,” and it’s up to Izuku to keep those embers burning. It’s all in Izuku’s rewound, notably non-decayed hands.

Looking at it with this framing, you can also say Izuku gets his win AND save. Because even if Izuku couldn’t save Tenko’s physical body — and how could he if Tenko was doomed before either of them were born? — choosing to carry on Tenko’s legacy IS saving everything he could of that crying boy. It’s also far more immediate and tangible for Izuku to take on Tenko’s legacy rather than being unwittingly thrown into the 200 year old OFA-AFO fight. There’s something so poignant and human about an ending with quirkless Izuku humbly fighting for what Tenko believed in compared to celebrity #1 Billboard ranked hero Izuku with OFA. After all, Tenko and Izuku are 2 sides of a coin. Tenko could have had Izuku’s role in another life if OFA kept passing in the Shimura family.

Even the fact that Izuku never told anyone outside of Ochako, Katsuki, and All Might that he wanted to save Tenko works in Izuku’s favor. Izuku can help the whole world become the people Tenko challenged them to be and they’ll never know they’re actually fulfilling the dreams of a villain. (‘Cuz they’d be too biased to do it otherwise.) Finally, you know all the complaints that Izuku’s character has been stagnant in MHA’s third act? That he hasn’t really been challenged in his ideals? Maybe that hasn’t happened yet because it’s just starting NOW.

After all, Toshinori modeled “All Might” after Nana’s ideals, and she wasn’t known to the population at large. Izuku could follow their footsteps by modeling his hero career after Tenko’s ideals. We’d have multiple generations of Shimuras posthumously changing society for the bettter.

Look, I understand how emotions are running high. I’ve loved this series for years and I cried reading this chapter. I personally don’t love it if Tenko is gone, even though I can make narrative sense of it. It’s a tragic and bitter-barely-sweet ending for poor Tenko, whose very dreams of being a hero were engineered to sow division in his family and break his psyche instead of lift him up.

But none of us will know what it all means for a few more chapters. We could still have several more chapters before we get Tenko’s real finale. It’s nearing the end, but it’s not THE end yet. In the meantime, take care of yourselves and as always, curate your fandom spaces lovingly.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 423 #mha 423 #tomura shigaraki #Tenko shimura #Elegy for Tomura Shigaraki #mha meta #bnha meta #Izuku midoriya #Deku #Phoenix quirk #AFO #all for one

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cyber-tiny · 3 days

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Drifting

Pairing: Will Ramos x reader Word Count: 5.9k Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If you feel some type of way about it please please just don’t read <3 Warnings: 18+ SMUT; MDNI; Porn with plot; car sex; unprotected sex (be safe guys!); p in v ; fingering (female receiving); soft dom Will; slight dumbification; dirty talk; praise kink; slight fluff; There is one problem with this app and it’s the enraging lack of Will Ramos content! I can’t get this man out of my head so I decided that if I can't read about him, then I'll have to write. This is my first time writing so please keep that in mind. English is also not my first language. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Hope it’s not too bad! Enjoy!

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Pretty. How could somebody be that pretty? Were the first thoughts that crossed his mind when he first laid eyes on you.

After a month of touring, he was finally able to return to the raceway, excited to let go of all of the tension and stress the tour had caused him. It was his way of escaping the stress of his daily life, somewhere he could release all his built-up tension and feel the rush of adrenaline push all of his concerns away. That was until he saw you for the first time that day.

He pulled up and parked his car next in the row of the dozen other vehicles already parked there, side by side, all facing the raceway. He could hear the chatter and laughter of the people chilling around the cars as well as the muffled sound of music blasting out of some car’s speakers. He opened the door and got out, being greeted by what had by now become his closest friends. He was already feeling so much better being back home, surrounded by the familiar smell of tar and burnt plastic that filled the air as the wheels of the car that was currently drifting through the course left marks at every sharp curve.

While waiting for their turn on the track, the rest of the attendants watched the show while drinking, listening to music and chatting. The relaxed vibe of the gatherings as well as his outgoing personality made it so he had no problem befriending every single regular attendee of the raceway. It was truly his place of refuge, a safe zone, somewhere he could allow his always busy mind to let go of any worry and give in to the rush of adrenaline. Until he saw you.

When his eyes met yours he froze in place for a second. He took in your form, long hair draping over your shoulders that were exposed by your strapless black top. Your face looked surreal to him, makeup done to perfection and pretty lips reflecting the sunset light thanks to your pink gloss. Your hips tightly hugged by the jean shorts you were wearing as you sat on the hood of your pink lambo with your friend. God what a view.

He made his way down the different smaller groups of people, stopping from time to time to chit chat and answer questions about how the tour went. He couldn’t help but still glances at your direction as he subconsciously kept his answers shorter than usual just to speed up the process, hoping to finally reach your car.

Finally he turned towards you, getting slightly lightheaded at how much more beautiful you looked up close. Your friend was closest to the side of the car next to which Will was standing now and you watched on as they said hi to one another and talked briefly. After what feels like an eternity, your friend looks at you and places a hand on your thigh.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” She said signaling towards the man as he stood there with a kind smile and his hands in his pockets. You definitely remembered that name, as during the past three weeks since you joined the group all they would talk about was him. Will this, Will that. Everybody had a story to tell about him. So by the time his red car pulled up and you heard the people around you talk about how he was finally back your eyes were fixed on that red door, ready to see who the famous Will was.

Your mouth fell slightly open as you watched him get out of his car. Pretty, you thought. What a pretty smile. He began enthusiastically saying hi to everybody as you were stuck in a trance looking at him. Black jeans and a black hoodie shouldn’t look that good on somebody. A silver chain and his pink curls peeking out of his black cap broke the monochromatic outfit. His sleeves were slightly pulled up, letting you admire his tatted arms and hands. His handsome face was framed perfectly by the tattoos that ran up his neck and his sharp jawline perfectly complimented by a frame of ink.

You felt your breath quickening the closer he got to your car until he was finally in front of you, speaking happily to your friend. You could tell he was just as friendly and outgoing as your new friends had described, an aura of confidence and kindness oozing out of him.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” You nod in response with a slight smile, lifting your hand to wave hello to the man whose pretty brown eyes are now on you. “This is Y/N” your friend said. “She’s been coming to the track for a couple weeks now”.

“Nice to meet you” Will extended his hand to you and you shook it briefly, trying to ignore the electricity running down your spine as his warm skin made contact with yours.

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice finally being able to put a face to the name after three weeks” You said, causing him to laugh lightly while he ran his hand through the back of his neck.

“Oh is that so? Only good things I hope” He replied getting a small giggle from you as you shook your head.

“Sadly only terrible things I am afraid” You joked, getting a quiet ‘I see…’ from him as he smiled even more brightly.

“This your car?” He asked, pointing at the pink lambo you and your friend were using as a seat in that moment. You nodded your head yes.

“Yes, this is my baby” You lightly pet the hood of the car as if it were a sleeping cat smiling up at him as your friend got up to get herself another drink.

“Oh I see. She is a beauty that’s for sure” He said giving a look at your car only to return his eyes to yours, making your legs shake slightly.

“May I?” He asked pointing at the now free space on the hood next to you.

“Of course” you signaled with your hands and he leaned back, resting his weight on the hood of the car without sitting on it. His arms were now crossed as were his legs and he looked relaxed as he looked back and forth between the track and you. You had never met somebody who made people so comfortable just by being around them. The smell of his perfume mixed in your lungs with the smell of burnt plastic coming from the track.

“Are you also waiting on your turn?” He asked, signaling towards the track with his chin.

“Oh god no! I am not a fan of curves actually. I just enjoy coming here to hang out.” You said, resting your hands on the hood behind you.

“Oh okay. Why the Lamborghini then if I may ask?”

“I like to race” You replied, his eyebrows raising slightly in shock.

“Oh wow that is awesome! I guess I owe you an apology for assuming you were wasting a lambo on boring stuff” He said, face filled with genuine interest in your answer. He was so full of life that his energy was contagious.

“I have to admit I am slightly offended Will” you said, his name leaving your lips for the first time.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you somehow” He said as he shifted his weight back to his feet, no longer leaning on to your car. “But I think I have to head down now, it should be my turn on the track soon. It was nice meeting you!” He said with a smile as he walked to his car and got in closing the door.

From that moment on, his mind became inundated with thoughts of you. When would he get to see you next? Would you be there next time he went to the track? Would you be wearing those shorts again? Will sighed in frustration as he made his way to the track again, no longer able to disconnect his busy thoughts on the way there, but instead rushing through all possible scenarios that could unfold if he were to see you there again this time.

For the past few weeks, this had been a struggle for him. Always hoping he would bump into you again at the tracks, praying for any opportunity to talk to you. Not only were you beautiful but you were also incredibly cool to hang out with and that only made Will's fixation on you stronger.

You were more than happy anytime the human golden retriever approached you to start small talk or just to chill together as you watched the race. Within the next few meetups, you realized that not only was he the most outgoing person you had ever met, but also a complete flirt. The way he would joke with you and tease you just to get you to blush slightly at his banter made your heart do summersaults inside your chest. Was he like this with the other girls too? Did he also look at them with heavy eyelids as he took as sip of his drink?

Despite the slight sting of jealousy, you were almost certain that he was just like this with you. Why? Because you had carefully analyzed every interaction he had with the rest of the group throughout the last hangouts. You had to. You needed to know if he looked at them the way he looked at you. If he took as close attention to what they said as he did with every word that came out of your mouth. You had become consumed by the possibilities, feeling a growing chemistry between both of you but too much of a coward to ask him directly.

I mean he was irresistible, and he knew it. He had to know. How couldn’t he? He was clearly a confident guy and he had good reason to be. Not only was he incredibly attractive but funny and caring too. He was the whole package and you felt greedy for thinking you might have a chance at having him. Did he feel the connection too? Were you making it all up in your head? These questions rushed through your head everyday as the weeks went by.

Even now, your thoughts consumed you as you sped down the highway in your car. Usually the feeling of the breeze on your hair and the pull of the speed was enough to empty your head of any thoughts. But you couldn’t shake Will off your head.

And there you were again at the track as you had been almost every other day for the past few weeks. You were hugging your knees, sitting on the hood of your car watching the sun set over the track. The slight sound of Will resting his weight on your car snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with a smile.

“Are you not going on the track today?” you asked, as he hadn’t had his turn on the raceway yet.

“I am I am!” he replied “I was just maybe wondering if you’d like to hop in and join me this time” he said, eyebrows raised, pretty brown eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“What?! Me?! Down there?! Are you insane Ramos?!” you replied, eyes widened. You had talked about it in the past, about you being scared of the spinning and turning.

“I promise it is not as bad as you imagine it. It’s actually pretty fun. Why do you think all of us do it?” He asked, one eyebrow raised at you. “Come on, I could teach you how to drift. If you do it yourself it will be less scary. I promise”

The promise of being closer to him and spending some time alone even if it was inside his car made you swallow your fears. You closed your eyes, sighing, convincing yourself that it would be okay.

“Fine. Let’s do it” You said as you got down from the hood. He gave you a shit-eating grin as you finally gave in to his pleas at which you rolled your eyes with a slight laugh.

He walked you to his car, eyeing your figure as he walked two steps behind you. Your black mini dress hugged your curves perfectly and he couldn’t help but wonder how high it would ride up your thighs if he were to bend you over the hood of his car. God how pretty you would look.

He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him as you sat down. His masculine smell now surrounding you, you closed your eyes letting the scent fill your lungs as he sat next to you in the driver seat. He turned the ignition on and drove the car down to the track.

“Okay are you ready? I promise I will start slow” He said, looking at you waiting for your okay. He was incredibly happy you trusted him enough to even agree to try this so he wanted to make sure.

“It’s not the speed I am scared of Will, it’s the spinning like a washing machine on tumble part.” You said, your tone slightly shaking as you were quite nervous. Your breaths were intentionally slow to try to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t tell what was making it race more, the slight fear you were feeling, or Will’s pretty tattooed hands buckling your seatbelt for you. He was so close; you could feel his warm breath on your skin. Your eyes wondered for a second to his lips. You could swear you saw his smile get wider at this. Did he see? Luckily, he leaned back, returning to his seat before he could see your face turn red.

“I promise it will be fine. Okay? You can trust me, you know?” He said, his deep brown eyes looking into yours. You felt as if he could see your entire being, even those parts of you that you tried to hide most. But with him, it felt natural. You sighed and shook your head.

“You need to stop looking at me like that Will”

“Why? Is it working?” He asked, his expression turning slightly cocky as he called you out. You blushed, choosing to ignore his flirtatiousness for your own sanity.

“I know I can trust you. Now go before I change my mind” You said, both hands holding onto your seatbelt softly looking for any kind of security this act could bring you.

Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you looked ahead at the road, face filled with a mix of determination and slight unsureness. He wanted to kiss your furrowed brows so badly. But instead he nodded, putting the car in gear.

You felt the vehicle pick up in speed quickly, a feeling you were more than used to. However, as you saw the curve getting closer as the car sped up, you felt your body tense up. Will placed his hand on your thigh softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, to which you nodded inhaling deeply as you were suddenly hit with centripetal force. You felt your body float for a second, almost as if deprived of gravity, your heart rushing and the adrenaline pumping to your veins. You couldn’t help but start laughing at the incredible sensation, feeling like a kid on a rollercoaster.

Hearing you laugh, Will felt relieved. And then he felt happy. Happier than he had felt in a long time, loving how your sweet laughter rang in his ears. He took it as a sign to continue down the track, drifting at every curve, each time with more force. After the last curve, he drifted one last time and slowed down the car to a stop.

You were left laughing and catching your breath at the same time, your pupils dilated and your hair slightly messy. He had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“You wanna try?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. He smiled happily and got out to open the door for you.

He admired your profile as he sat down next to you, this time with you behind the wheel and him as a co-pilot. There was something so erotic about the way you shifted slightly, adjusting yourself to the feeling of the car seat. The way your bare thighs clung slightly to the leader. The way your pretty hands with your manicured nails took hold of the steering wheel experimentally. Pretty nails for a pretty girl, he thought. And God how much prettier they would look wrapped around his cock.

“Okay so what do I do?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“Okay it is very simple in theory. All you have to do is steer towards the curve as you approach it and then steer away quickly while shortly stepping on the break.” He explained, looking at you as you nodded at the instructions. “The tricky part is you cannot hesitate. If you do then it becomes dangerous. So I need you to trust yourself okay?” He said.

You nodded again, filled with determination. A part of you wanted to get over your fear and another part of you wanted to make him feel proud of you.

“Good girl. In that case, hit the gas whenever you are ready” The pet name sent shivers down your spine. You shuffled slightly in your seat adjusting for the increasing pressure you felt between your legs. You took a deep breath and began speeding down the track headed for the first curve. As you did you felt his hand on your thigh again, reminding you that he was there with you. You turned into the curve like he had instructed.

“Wait… Now steer away!” You followed his order and felt the car shift under your feet, wheels squeaking against the track loudly. Your body was lifted slightly due to the force, and you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins. You stopped the car smoothly as you came out of the drift, now surrounded by a cloud of burnt plastic, the night was suddenly quiet again as you two were the only ones left on the track. Your chest was busy with your heavy breathing caused by the adrenaline and a smile slowly formed on your lips.

“I did it!” you exclaimed happily, feeling proud of yourself.

“You did! That was incredible” He was just as happy as you were, feeling his heart tug in his chest at your proud smile. He pulled you in for a hug and you closed your eyes upon feeling his warmth. His arms were wrapped around you as he told you how proud he was that you managed to overcome your fear. Your breathing was still quick due to the adrenaline, your mind still racing at the speed of the drifting car. So when he pulled away from the hug slowly, your body acted on its own, pulling the boy towards you by the collar of his hoodie and closing the distance between you again, only this time with your lips crashing against his.

He was quick to kiss you back, although softly and slowly in contrast to your adrenaline-driven hunger. You relaxed into his warm lips, feeling the remaining tension leaving your shoulders. Only butterflies were left now. And you could swear there had to be at least a million of them flying wildly inside your chest.

He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands to hold your cheek softly, rubbing loving circles on the skin with his thumb. You hummed into his mouth, to which he moaned in response daring to bring his tongue to slowly trace your lips. You could feel the temperature rising inside the car as both of your body temperatures increased. You squeezed your knees together feeling the slick that was beginning to pool in your panties.

Will intensified the kiss, leaning closer to you so he could explore your mouth with ease. He let a frustrated groan leave his lips as the seatbelt stopped him from coming as close as he wanted to, so he swiftly unbuckled himself.

Next thing you knew, Will was leaning almost completely over you, part of his weight pressing against you. Without leaving your lips, he reclined the driver's seat, leaving you almost lying down completely with him on top of you.

“God you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this” He confessed, breath heavy over your lips as he tried to catch up to the oxygen lost during the exchange. “You look so pretty under me like this” His words went straight to your chore, causing you to press your legs together even more. He closed the space again, kissing you hungrily. You brought your hands to the back of his head, playing with his soft locks as you lost yourself in the kiss as you subconsciously began rocking your hips upwards in search for more contact.

“Fuck” his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to keep his cool in order not to completely lose control. “Want you so bad” He said, his by now hard cock straining painfully against the constraint of his black jeans.

“Want you too. Please” You begged softly only to bring him back into a desperate kiss.

“Are you sure princess?” He asked, starting to leave soft kisses along your jawline. He was holding his weight up on one hand while the other left soft caresses on the hem of your dress on the outer part of your thigh. He was trying so hard to keep his hands to himself until you gave him your full consent.

“Yes… please…” you moaned out, causing his cock to twitch against his pants. Unable to hold himself back any longer he unbuckled your seatbelt. He tapped your legs softly signaling for you to spread your knees, allowing him to fill the space between your legs, his hips now meeting yours. He hissed at the sensation, cursing as he began to rut his clothed cock against your chore.

You looked so beautiful underneath him, cheeks flushed with heat, messy hear splayed out on his car’s seat, your eyelids heavy with lust as you whined for him to continue. “More please… I need you to touch me” you pleaded as you felt his warm lips begin to kiss and suck on your neck slowly.

“What a needy girl…” he looked up at you slightly from the crook of your neck only to leave a small bite that made you gasp. Suddenly his weight was no longer on you, as he distanced himself and sat back down on his seat. You looked at him with confusion, feeling your skin get cold as soon as his body wasn’t on yours.

“Move to the back princess” he explained, pointing towards the back seat with his chin, giving you as much space as possible to move to the back through the gap between the front seats. You sat up and crawled to the back with some difficulty at the tight space.

“Fuck…” you heard him say as you felt one of his big hands grab at your ass as you struggled to move to the back. You finally were able to make it to the back to which he followed, joining you in the back. His eyes met yours, now with a darkened look full of admiration and lust. What a sight you were. Lips slightly swollen from kissing him, dress halfway up your hips, exposing your underwear to him. “God you look so pretty like this… so needy for me”

As quickly as he separated earlier now his weight was back on you as he cornered you against the inside of the back door, one hand behind your neck. He began rutting his hips against yours again, swallowing every pretty moan that left your lips with his. In one swift move he sat up, pulling you along with him and leaving you straddling him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He asked, toying with the hem of your dress. “yes…” As soon as that word left your lips he was pulling the dress over your head as you raised your arms eagerly.

Once the clothing item was somewhere in the floor of the car and no longer hiding your form from him, he took his time to admire you. His eyes looked you up and down slowly. Your pink underwear set was lacy and complimented your skin beautifully. He could simply not believe you were real.

“Such a pretty girl…” He began attacking your neck with wet kisses as his hands explored your body, leaving your skin burning wherever he touched you. He carefully slid you bra straps down your shoulders, his eyes asking for permission to remove the item completely. You nodded, your lips now too busy kissing and licking his pretty neck tattoos, earning you groans from him. He freed your breasts from the constraint of the bra and you let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands on your breasts.

“Shit how can you be so perfect?” He asked, taking one of your nipples between his fingers and massaging it carefully. His touch was demanding but careful, his expert hands knowing exactly where and how to touch to have you pleading more, soft moans of his name leaving your lips.

You hid your face in his neck trying to muffle your moans as you started moving your hips against his clothed erection.

“Let me hear you pretty… There’s no one to hear anyway hmm? I have you all to myself” He said, urging you to stop concealing your moans. Your hands went down to his hoodie, trying to pull it off of him without detaching your lips from his neck.

“I want to see you too” you said, urging him to take it off. He smiled cockily, his hands leaving your hardened nipples to pull at the back of his hoodie, taking it off together with his t-shirt. His defined torso was now exposed to you, silver chain contrasting against the black of the ink that decorated his chest and arms. Your lips parted in a quiet ‘oh god’ as you took the view in. “Fuck you’re so hot… Need you so bad…” “Do you now pretty girl?” he said as he brought you closer to him, one hand at the small of your back, the other at your hips, helping you move against him. He took one of your nipples into your mouth and you moaned loudly at the pleasure. Your hands got lost in his soft locks as you let him get lost in your chest, leaving your nipples so sensitive that the slightly colder air of the car was enough to make you squirm.

The hand on your back snaked around to the front as he began playing with the lace of your panties. He leaned back, wanting to study your expressions as he brought his thumb to rub softly at your clit over the fabric. Your loud moan made his cock twitch painfully.

“Please Will I need more…” you begged, feeling how your eyes began watering at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. The way he looked at you as he teased you and rubbed you slowly made you clench around nothing.

“If my pretty girl asks so nicely how can I say no.” He said, your pulse speeding up at the thought of finally getting what you needed so badly. “But first I need your pretty hands around my cock baby. Need you to show me how good you are. ‘kay?” He lifted your hips enough to fit his hand between your bodies and loosen his belt.

“yes… wanna touch you” you replied, licking your lips at the sound of the buckle of his belt. He slowly pulled his jeans and boxers down, his heavy cock fully hard against his stomach now in full display. You clenched around nothing at the view, mouth watering at the size of him.

“Go on then baby. I need to feel you so badly” he encouraged. Carefully you took his member into your hand, slowly beginning to pump him. He was so long and thick that you had to add your second hand in order to fully wrap him in your hands. The low groan that left his lips made you even wetter than you already were. “That’s it pretty, just like that”.

The praise caused your legs to shake slightly and your hands to squeeze his cock slightly at which he hissed, precum leaking from the swollen tip. He could read you like a book, examining every little clue your body gave him in order to coax more of those pretty moans out of you. “Such a good girl for me”

Your mind was dizzy with lust, beginning to rock your hips against his thigh in search of some form of relieve. He loved seeing how needy you were, how desperate for him to give you what you wanted so badly. He loved how pretty you looked begging him with your eyes to do something, anything to relieve the pressure you felt between your legs.

“Let me take care of you now princess. You’ve been so good… You’ll get everything you want” he said, carefully removing your hands from his dick. In one strong move, he lifted you up slightly and turned you around so that your back was now against his chest. You complained slightly at not being able to see him anymore, to which he pointed towards the rear-view mirror. His member was now resting between your folds, only increasing your desperation to feel him inside.

His hands went back to your breasts, toying with your hard nipples. You moaned, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. “Uh uh, princess. Eyes open. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come undone for me” He felt your legs shake at the dirty talk, knowing exactly what buttons to push in order to make you melt against him.

“please… please touch me… please…” you pleaded. He finally gave in, slowly sliding his hand down your body until his hand was covering your panties, feeling the warmth of your chore against him. Slowly, he pushed your panties to the side. You could see yourself in the reflection, now completely exposed. Your eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror and you moaned softly.

Slowly, he began drawing circles on your clit, drawing out a cry from you. “yes.. god… please…” you had turned into putty in his hands at this point. Completely at the mercy of what he gave you.

His fingers traveled further south, the pad of his fingers collecting your wetness around your entrance. “Such a messy girl… Look how wet you are baby” The sounds your body was making due to the wetness were purely pornographic and honestly music to his ears.

All the air left your lungs when you felt two of his fingers slowly stretching you out. You couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way his pretty slender tattooed fingers disappeared into your swollen cunt. His other hand made its way to your neck, applying light pressure to the base of your throat. Your moans were getting louder and louder as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, loving the fucked out look on your face.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“s’too good” you moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure. He increased the speed at which he finger fucked you, slender tips hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Come on pretty, come on my fingers so I can fill you up” that’s all it took to send you over the edge, moaning his name as you shook on his lap. He pumped you through your orgasms while he covered your shoulder in kisses as he praised you for doing so good for him.

“Such a good good girl for me” carefully he turned your face towards the side, connecting your lips together in a hungry yet slow kiss. He then hooked each of your thighs on one of his hands, lifting you up and aligning himself with your swollen entrance. Then, he slowly sunk you down on his cock, stretching you open as he bottomed out. His low groans and moans made the hair at the back of your neck stand up as you cried at the feeling. He filled you up so nicely, hitting every part of you perfectly.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight for me baby. Can barely move you’re gripping me so good” His hot tongue was leaving a wet trail on your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust. Once he felt you clenching around him again, he held your hips in place and slowly slid out almost completely to fuck back into you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the feeling paired with the image in the mirror of his cock filling you to the brim made your head go foggy.

“s’too much… too big…” you moaned losing control of your body for a while, the stretch of his cock against your walls driving you crazy.

“I know baby... it’s a lot, isn’t it? Just relax into it yeah? I’ve got you” he kissed your shoulder blade sweetly, not wanting you to drift away completely. His sweet reassurance paired with his careful movements brought you back to reality.

“More…” you begged, needing for him to go faster, harder.

“Hmm… are you so dumb from my cock already that you forgot your manners princess?”

“please please please…” you begged gaining a satisfied moan from him.

“That’s a good girl…” without making you wait more he began thrusting up into you faster and deeper, hitting your G spot with every drag of his heavy cock. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach as your cunt clenched around him.

He was trying his hardest not to come too early, but the way you felt around him and the image of your pretty body bouncing on him was making it a hard task. He wasn't usually this loud, but he couldn't hold it back. Panting, groaning, moaning, cursing, and borderline growling at how good you were making him feel.

“Is my baby close? Are you going to come?” he asked, feeling your insides tighten around him. His thrusts by now had become so hard that your skin slapped loudly at each contact of his hips. He brought one of his hands to draw circles on your clit and all you could do was let your mouth hang open as you cried, your orgasm approaching you.

“I’m close too, princess” You could feel his thrusts become more erratic by the second “Come on baby, come all over my cock. make a mess all over it”

Screaming his name your orgasm hit you like a truck, thighs twitching as you squeezed his cock impossibly hard. “Fuck baby yes…” he moaned loudly as he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum filling you up.

He slowly fucked you through your high, leaving soft kisses all over your skin with each heavy drag of his cock against your walls.

Your chests were rising and falling in unison, both struggling to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly. “You okay?” He left soft kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

“Yeah… more than okay..” you replied, a tired smile on your lips. He felt relieved after hearing that, wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

“Let me take you out tomorrow yeah? A nice dinner for my pretty girl” He begged, his heart racing slightly as he waited for your response.

“That sounds good” you smiled. “Maybe we can come back and do some drifting afterward”

God, where had you been his entire life?

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Sir Simon Riley (ghost x OC)

Author note: welcome to my Tumblr! Where I will post my story which is also on wattpad called sir Simon Riley.

Book summary:

In the heat of a

deadly mission, shym "Medusa", a shy and reclusive operative with the ability to turn 'enemies to stone', is paired with the enigmatic Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. Both are elite members of a secretive unit called 141, tasked with retrieving a powerful artifact from enemy territory. Despite their skills, Medusa and Ghost struggle with their growing feelings for each other. Medusa fears her power will hurt those she cares about, while Ghost, haunted by his past, keeps his emotions tightly guarded.

Caught between duty and desire of both. Together, they face the dangers of their world, finding strength in their shared vulnerability and unyielding love.

EPISODE 1

"Be quiet, stop moving." Ghost's low, husky voice catches your attention. At any other time, you would have seen it in his face but this time...it was different. His gloved hands, working to bandage the wound on her arm, leaving a small trail of goose bumps on her skin.

"Are you some kind of suicidal? Throwing yourself in front of the bullet like that.." he said, sighing and tightening his grip on the bandage on his arm. The skull mask covered all of his face except his eyes.

I sighed "No I am not, I just did what I thought was right lieutenant. I am a part of this team now, it would be pathetic if I didn't do something." I jolted in pain when his grip tightened on my arm

"Stupid.." Ghost muttered under his breath, tightening the bandage so firmly on her arm that it hurt. It took all his strength not to throw her over his shoulder and yell at her, telling her to stop endangering her life. He was about to say something else when the door opened behind him and Soap appeared. Ghost took a quick breath of relief, letting go of her arm and stepping back.

"I've got it from here Soap," he said in a low, cold voice as he walked out of the room. Soap raised an eyebrow and sat down quietly next to her.

"Ghost didn't seem to let you off the hook, huh?" Soap replied with a small, playful smirk. He leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting between her eyes. What's going on in that crazy head of hers?

"The bullet didn't damage anything important..you'll be back in the field in no time." He said softly, his hand reaching out and gently squeezing her shoulder as he assured her.

frustration, that's how I felt as I glared at soap who had just delivered the news. "In no time? That doesn't give me relief!" I exclaimed.

My voice tinged with exasperation and anxiety. I shifted uncomfortably in the stiff hospital bed, my fingers tapping nervously against the thin blanket covering her legs. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air.

Soap chuckled softly at her words, leaning even closer to her. His smirk turning into a mischievous grin. "I know, I know. You're the best on the team. We couldn't possibly do without you." He replied in a playful tone, giving her shoulder one more squeeze.

Ghost's footsteps echoed down the hall, getting louder with each second. He was coming back. Soap immediately pulled his hand back from her shoulder, just in time for Ghost to reappear in the doorway.

"Lieutenant." I nodded

He approached her, a stoic expression on his face. He crouched down in front of her, his gloved hand gently lifting up her bandaged arm to inspect the wound.

His eyes scrutinized every inch of the bandages, making sure there were no mistakes.

"Soap, give us a minute." he said, his voice cold and serious. Soap nodded and immediately left the room, closing the door behind him.

"I need to make something clear.." he began, his grip tightening slightly on her arm.

she looked surprised almost puppy like into his eyes I turned my head away from him to not let him show I was smiling.

Ghost noticed her small little smile, his heart racing just at the sight. He cleared his throat, tightening his grip just a bit tighter to make her look him in the eyes. "You can never do that again. Do you hear me?" he said firmly, an edge of sternness in his voice. He leaned down slightly so his face hovered just above hers.

His grip tightened ever so slightly on her arm, but his eyes...they were searching her face, for something he couldn't quite explain.

I chuckled "lieutenant, this is the battlefield. If I die I die with honour you do understand that is part of my job? And this was just a small graze. I experienced worse."

Ghost's gaze hardened even more, his eyes never wavering from her own. "You do not understand, I cannot... I do not want to see you dying on the battlefield. It is not part of your job, it never will be."

He tightened his grip on her arm almost painfully tight, his gaze shifting to her arm and seeing the wound under the bandage. He took a deep breath and loosened his grip, his eyes returning to her face.

"Ur grip is hurting me, u do know ur hands aren't that weak right, ur strong.

Ghost's eyes hardened slightly under her comment, a low growl emitting from his throat. He leaned in even closer to her, his face mere inches away from hers. "Do not tempt me," he said firmly, his free hand coming up to cup her chin in his iron grip.

"I could break you like a stick without even trying. Yet, here I am, trying to keep you safe. Why, do you ask?"

I looked into his eyes "This conversation is over, I will return to where I left off." I stood up and walked off

His eyes widened in shock as she stood up from the bed. "Are you insane?", he exhaled, rising from the floor and quickly following her. "You cannot go out in that condition, you need more rest."

He reached out and grab her wrist, yanking her back towards him and pinning her against the nearest wall. His arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and the wall.

Lieutenant Riley.. my heart started racing, this heart racing I only felt when I had the worst anxiety. But now it felt like something else. I slid away from the wall he tried to trap me.

"As I said, this conversation is over. I am going back there. This isn't the worst I experienced, get that in ur head."

And so I walked off and closed the door behind me.

Ghost stood there, watching as her figure disappeared through the door. His jaw clenching tightly, fists balling up at his sides as he tried to contain his emotions. He wanted to follow, grab her and bring her back to the room. But the door slammed shut behind her, leaving him alone in the silence of the room.

His heart was racing, thumping furiously against his chest. His eyes searched the room, the feeling of...desperation growing like wildfire in his chest. "Damnit!" he whispered, the first curse word he'd uttered in a long time.

I continued fighting, I felt an adrenaline rush when I was on the fields, not caring about anything but just enjoying every second because you never knew when ur last second was. Until I heard on my walkie talkie my lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley saying I need to come back this instant to the room I just left

"Shym, if you won't return now I need to inform shepherd of ur departure when it was stated you needed to rest."

Ghost's voice was cold, firm, yet there was a certain tension in his words as if he was trying his hardest to remain professional. He stood in the middle of the room, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides as he waited for her response.

His eyes scanned the room, searching for anything to distract him from the growing anxiety in his chest. The feeling he couldn't quite explain, but whatever it was... he knew it was going to destroy him if he could no longer keep it under control.

I came back to the room, if there were actual consequences I would have been doomed. But deep in my heart, I knew it was my lieutenant wanting me to come back and rest.

As soon as she walked back into the room, Ghost spun around to face her. His eyes were filled with a mixture of anger, worry, and something else that she couldn't quite identify.

His arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenching slightly. The urge to scream, to yell at her...to hold her close and protect her from the dangers of the world was overwhelming. But instead, he stood there in silence, He let out a deep sigh, his eyes watching her closely as if he was trying to figure out why he had called her back. "Sit down, you shouldn't be walking around yet." he said in a low voice.

I sat down back on the bed "Why did you call me back? I think our commander rather want us to find that artefact than us being here and me needing to 'rest'"

Ghost's eyes darkened slightly in response to her question. He pushed away from the doorway, stepping closer to her and leaning against the edge of the bed. He folded his arms across his chest, eyes scanning her face with a cold gaze.

"Shepherd is not here right now, and besides, I am currently in charge and I want you to rest." he said firmly, the edge in his voice making his statement quite clear.

I sighed "fine, I will rest for now, but I want you back on the field. Our team needs u. I went outside and I saw It wasn't going as smoothly as it should be going. What a shame if we lost members because their lieutenant is here with me instead of outside trying to get that artifact."

Ghost's jaw tightened in response to her words, his eyes darkened with a mixture of guilt and frustration. He stepped back from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair as he let out a sigh.

"We will continue once you've had some rest. I'll have Soap and Gaz cover for me." he replied, his voice low and tense. He walked to the door, his hand already on the knob as he turned around to glance over his shoulder at her.

"And why do you care so much about what I do?" he said in a low, teasing tone. His chin was lifted at a cocky angle, his body tilted slightly forward to put them face to face.

"Because..." I couldn't come up with a word to say I was surprised by his reaction.

What if I didn't care would that matter or wouldn't it? I was thinking fast when an abrupt answer came out of my mouth.

"I do not care I do not wish to care. I want us to win this battle, easy and without any distractions, so, join our teammates and let me rest and get us this artifacts that we need."

Ghost's eyes widened at her words, his jaw clenching tightly as he fought back the urge to grab her and shake some sense into her. He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he struggled to process her words.

He wanted to argue...wanted to scream, wanted to do anything to make her understand...but all that came out was a small, defeated groan.

He knew she was right, and no matter how much he wanted to stay by her side...he had a mission to complete.

He turned back around and closed the door behind him. I sighed full with relieve. What even was that, the tension that filled the room slowly dissapeared. I gave up with going back on the field to fight with my teammates against our opponents. It was a long day and I felt the pain in my arm once ghost has left me to rest.

Ghost and Soap led the team back into the room, followed closely by the rest of the task force. The room was quickly filled with the sound of footsteps and voices, the team discussing the events of the day.

Ghost's eyes immediately searched the room, looking for her as he pushed past Soap and stepped further into the room. He was still covered in dirt and grime from the battlefield, but his eyes were clear and focused. He spotted her sitting on the bed and his relief was palpable.

I looked at the team, all of them looked tired. And here I was sitting when I saw ghost searching for me. He looked relieved somehow. "Did you really expect me back on the field and dead somewhere in the corner?" I exclaimed laughing

Soap's face lit up and he was the first to jump at the suggestion "Oh hell yeah, we're definitely in!" he exclaimed, a grin on his face as he elbowed Gaz in the side. The room quickly filled with voices as the team started agreeing.

Ghost however, remained silent. His gaze focused on her, the same tension filling his chest as before.

"Well seems it's time for a night out! Everyone get ready because you guys all look dirty." I stood up from my bed and walked with the rest of them towards everyone's base rooms.

The team quickly dispersed, everyone scrambling to get their gear and clean up as best they could before they headed out. Ghost hung back, watching as the team dispersed. As soon as they were alone he stepped up besides her, his voice low as he spoke.

"You should be resting." he said firmly, his eyes scanning over her body for any sign of exhaustion or injuries. "You should stay behind, rest your body." he added, his gaze shifting back to hers.

I chuckled "and what if I don't want to rest? I'm going out with my team. U might be my lieutenant but you cannot decide what I can and cannot do."

Ghost tensed at her words, his jaw clenching tightly as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He took a deep breath, a low growl escaping from his throat.

"This isn't a suggestion, soldier. You're needed in peak condition and being out in a crowded environment is not going to help." He said firmly, his gaze fixed on her face.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them and grabbing her arm tightly, pulling her closer to him. "You are not going anywhere...that's an order." he growled, his eyes burning into hers.

I looked angry into his eyes, I was done with this man. "I won't follow your orders tonight. I am not some damsel in distress so I suggest you let go off my hand, and let me enjoy a night out."

Ghost's grip tightened on her arm, his body tensing up as he fought the urge to lash out. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as he stared at her with an intensity that could make even the most fearless man tremble.

"You don't understand." he growled, the anger in his voice almost palpable "What if it happens again...you can't keep doing this. You are not invincible.

I cannot...I will not sit by and watch you get yourself hurt again."

searched her face, trying to find some hint that she understood what he was trying to say. But then finally, his grip on her arm loosened and he took a step back.

"Have you ever heard what they say about me? I am Medusa, and I can make my enemies of stone. God they gave a whole backstory for my great achievements!" I laughed and looked out of the window. "A bar or maybe even a club is not a place where I will get hurt, I am a soldier and I know how to defend myself. So if you will excuse me I will go and shower now."

"Go... take a shower." he said softly, his voice filled with something akin to defeat. He turned away from her and stormed off, disappearing into the crowd of soldiers heading back to their barracks.

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